Time Loops, Wheel of Time Part 3

Mat pulled his attention away from the collection of bottles that were filled with purple mist and focused on Mist. "Is there a reason you summoned everyone after they were traumatized?"

"Yeah, the last battle is coming and everyone needs to put their big girl breeches on and get with the program," Mist replied as he finished putting the stoppers on the sixty three bottles that contained the channelers he'd rescued from Cat's world. "If they weren't from the Two Rivers, I probably wouldn't have but you generally don't break, you dust off the rust, dig deep to the core of molten fire in your hearts and you rage against the night. Every single person I rescued will have a burning hatred of trollocs, whitecloaks or the fucking Seanchan that will push them to learn to use their magic to kill the bastards."

Mat glanced at Egwene then focused on Mist. "We can probably save most of the sul'dam, it's just going to take time."

Egwene took a breath and exhaled slowly, trying to push the rage down to something useful. "I'm willing to leave most of the sul'dam alive, but the worst of them are going to spend the rest of their lives as prisoners."

"That's fair," Mat agreed, knowing that some of the sul'dam were twisted in a way that they wouldn't be able to fix. "Who are you summoning next?" he asked, trying to change the subject away from the Seanchan.

Mist gestured at the bed and summoned Moiraine from just after she fell through the redstone door, causing her to drop two inches onto the bed. "Welcome to the afterlife, please take a number."

Moiraine blinked a couple of times as she took in her surroundings and the fact that she couldn't channel or even sense the source. She glanced between Mat, Moria and Mist then focused on Egwene, curious why most of the people in the strange room without doors were naked. "What's going on?"

"Do you want the short version or the long version?" Egwene asked, taking a certain amount of amusement in the confusion on her mentor's face.

Moiraine frowned when she recognized Mat's scar and his features despite the changes the extra years had made. "Let's start with the short version."

Egwene sighed. "Rand made a mistake sealing the Dark One rather than killing him, apparently the Dark One isn't responsible for humanity's darkness, he's a result of our darkness. If we kill him, we'll eventually get a new dark god which keeps things interesting and makes sure that none of the Dark Gods get powerful enough to destroy the pattern. Mist is willing to send us back to Winternight so that we can try again but there's a bit of a cost."

"What's the cost and how can you send people through time?" Moiraine asked as she focused on Mist, having noticed who Egwene was looking at.

"I'm using borrowed power to send people back in time which means there are restrictions and I don't really understand how everything works. If it makes you feel better, just think of it like a temporary ter'angreal."

"That doesn't help as much as you might think," Moiraine admitted as she twisted around so her feet were hanging off the bed so she could stand up.

"I'm aware," Mist admitted. "Once I leave this room, I'll lose the ability."

Moiraine studied the man's face for a couple of seconds. "I'm willing to believe that you don't understand how everything works. Can you explain the price?"

"That depends on your choice. I can send you back to the Finn where they'll eat most of your ability to channel free of charge or I can bind you to a bottle or a ring so I can physically send you into the past, that would merely cost Egwene a small amount of discomfort that she's already paid."

"It's fine, he just playfully swatted my ass five times per person that I want to rescue with the bottles," Egwene assured her.

"Why?" Moiraine asked.

"Like I said, the power has weird restrictions," Mist replied with a shrug. "The third option costs a bit of your dignity. If you have sex with Egwene, I can send you back in spirit so you can merge with your younger self and double your available strength in the power."

"How does that work?" Moiraine asked, wondering if he was telling the truth as she'd never heard of anything that could improve the amount of power someone could channel, at least not permanently.

"It has to do with the way your souls merge," Mist explained. "I don't actually understand how the magic works, I just trust the person that loaned me the power. It's also why I had to tie everything to Egwene, Nynaeve is married and in love in a way that would torture her to meet the requirements and torture her to leave people behind."

"Are you sending Rand back?" Moiraine asked.

"I already did, I summoned him and the three women he's bound to in the future and they had sex with Egwene as a group, no real moral issues that way. The hardest to deal with was Perrin, I had to cheat a bit and have Egwene use Faile's hands, it was bloody awkward."

"Try doing it," Egwene complained.

"Not a chance," Mist replied, not interested in having Perrin break his jaw.

Moiraine glanced at Mat. "And Mat?"

"He's attractive and I was always sort of curious," Egwene admitted, ignoring his satisfied smirk.

"Who else are you bringing back?" Moiraine asked as she glanced between Egwene and Mist, trying to figure out what they had to work with if he wasn't lying.

"Less than I'd like," Mist admitted. "One of the restrictions is that I can only pull people out of the world if they have magic or if they're under the influence of magic in a significant way such as having a warder bond over a long period of time or if they're pregnant with someone that has magic which is how I managed to summon Faile."

"We need to summon Nynaeve because of her ability to deal with the taint and cleanse saidin, she'll want to summon Lan, everyone else is extra," Egwene admitted. "I want to summon the rest of the channelers from home but I'm still trying to figure out the best way to do it because I'm already feeling worn out and I don't need to get a reputation as a light skirt."

Mist gestured toward one of the stone walls that turned to glass, revealing a room of locker room style showers, several massage tables and a large hot tub set into the floor. "I suggest grabbing a hot shower and getting a massage and then drinking a healing potion and having something to eat if you need a break."

"Shower?" Egwene asked.

"You turn the handles set into the wall and water comes out of the spigot, like a watering can," Mist explained. "You're free to use the massage tables if you want to relax or get someone relaxed so that you can get permission to tongue or finger fuck them. As for being a light skirt, you're literally saving their lives and if they're going to complain about the price of getting saved from certain death, fuck them, they can rot."

"Or you could grab a mask and I'll explain things," Mat offered. "My voice shouldn't sound remotely the same as when I was younger and probably will never sound exactly the same if I can avoid getting hung by the bloody Finn."

"That's probably better, can I have a mask?" Egwene asked Mist, figuring it would make her life a lot easier.

"Do you want a normal mask or do you want a magical mask that also disguises your voice?" Mist asked with a grin, glad that he'd picked a couple of enchanted domino masks from the staff room before he'd jumped in the portal.

"What would I have to do for a magical mask and do I get to keep it?" Egwene asked, figuring she might as well ask.

Mist glanced at Moiraine. "If you can talk Moiraine into fucking you and you can get Nynaeve onboard with having sex so I can send her back, with or without Lan, I'll give you a magical mask so you can deal with the rest of the village without them connecting the dots and making things weird when you go back to visit."

"Connecting the dots?" Moria asked.

"Sorry," Mist offered when he realized that she didn't know what he was talking about. "My world has a children's game that involves connecting dots to draw pictures, generally with puzzles or math problems to figure out which numbers to connect."

"What does the mask do?" Egwene asked, curious what type of masks he had.

"It magically disguises your voice and identity," Mist replied with a shrug. "Basically, your hair will be a different shade or style and your body shape and clothes will be slightly different from what you're actually wearing making it harder to discover your identity. Just keep in mind that it's not compulsion which means that people can figure it out if you're sloppy."

"What do you say? Sex?" Egwene asked Moiraine, looking forward to running her hands over her mentor's body more than she'd been expecting. 'Great, I'm worse than Mat.'

Moiraine glanced between Egwene and Mat, deciding that she could use a break and that he obviously wasn't the child she'd rescued from the Two Rivers. "I'd like that," she admitted as she started stripping out of her dress, trying to remember the last time she'd had sex and having a decent amount of trouble remembering the exact date.

"I suggest using the massage tables after grabbing a shower, they're relaxing as long as you get the water right," Mist suggested, finding his gaze slipping off Moiraine's strangely ageless face and drifting down to her body. 'At least all of the riding and running around help keep her fit, then again, it might just be her body type and she's probably still in her late twenties with her magic, even with the oath rod.'

"Can you show me how the showers work?" Moria asked as she walked into the shower room.

"Not a problem," Mist replied as he followed the attractive redhead into the shower room, wondering what he'd have to give her so that she'd let him fuck her silly while they watched Moiraine and Egwene. 'At least the school has some modern equipment so they'll be used to it when I start building more modern structures in the town.'

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"Ashes!" Siuan swore as she found herself standing in a stone room next to Leane with Egwene sitting on a bed without a stitch. "What's going on?"

Leane glanced at the door that was obviously connected to a steam room or something then focused on the dark haired man that was standing next to a table filled with strange bottles and jewelry. "How did we get here?"

"Do you want to explain?" Mist asked Egwene, causing Siuan to turn and stare at him.

"Not really," Egwene admitted, curious how he'd explain things.

"Who are you?" Siuan demanded.

"My name's Mist," Mist replied with a grin. "I'm a traveler and I've been assigned to help Egwene kill the Dark One or at least help her set things up so that Rand can actually kill him rather than imprisoning him."

"Are you mad?!" Siuan demanded.

"I'm not mentally unstable and I'm not a channeler, my magic doesn't require the source," Mist replied as he held his hand palm side up and conjured a ball of soft blue light.

"Do you have any proof?" Leane asked before Siuan could say something she wouldn't live to regret.

"No," Mist admitted. "I can't prove that we're in a pocket dimension and not a stedding or that I don't have a ter'angreal like the Guardian in Far Madding that only works on saidar or that I'm not using a Well filled with power to trick you. I can't even prove that I'm mentally stable, mostly because no one in their right mind would have taken the job."

"Why?" Leane asked.

Mist let the light vanish. "Because part of the job includes helping the Egwene and the Dragon, either one of which is a good way to get yourself killed even if you're just helping with the little stuff and I'd rather avoid dying if I can help it."

"Everyone dies eventually," Leane pointed out.

"Eventually," Mist agreed. "But I'd like to put that off as long as possible."

"What type of magic can you do if you can't touch the source?" Siuan asked, deciding to humor him for the moment.

"My magic helps with building structures and objects, I can also magically clean and repair objects and I can make light."

"That's it?" Siuan asked.

"To borrow a rank from your world, I'm basically a novice outside of my ability to build structures," Mist explained.

Siuan stared at Mist. "Says the person that claimed to have pulled us out of the pattern."

"That's borrowed power, it's sort of like using a ter'angreal to do something that you can't normally do," Mist told her. "I have a lot of restrictions on how I can use it."

"What type of restrictions?" Leane asked.

"I'm going to let Egwene explain that while I check on Moiraine, have fun with that," Mist said as he took a step toward the shower room.

"Moiraine is here?!" Siuan demanded, having heard about her death.

"I saved her before the Finn could start torturing her, she's in there," Mist replied as he gestured toward the open door that was leaking steam, causing Siuan to rush into the shower room and freeze as she saw Moiraine sprawled out on the massage table without a stitch of clothing getting a massage from an attractive and quite naked red haired girl in her mid to late teens.

"Moiraine?!" Siuan sputtered, not expecting Moiraine to be naked or relaxed.

"Siuan," Moiraine replied with a smile at her friend and ex-pillow friend. "It's good to see you."

"Where have you been?" Siuan asked, glancing between the handsome man standing under a 'shower' of water coming out of a pipe in the wall and the familiar looking red haired teenager, trying to figure out why they looked familiar.

"Long story," Moiraine replied.

"Have fun catching up," Moria told them as she walked into the other room, figuring she'd give them a chance to talk.

Mat turned the shower off and grabbed a towel as he followed Moria out, not seeing a point in giving Siuan a chance to lecture him.

"Start explaining," Siuan ordered Moiraine.

Leane glanced at Moria and Mat then focused on Mist and Egwene. "What type of restrictions?"

"I can only teleport things and people with magic or that have been under the influence of magic to the Winternight when Egwene and her friends left their home. If someone wants to be brought back physically they have to be bound to a bottle or a piece of jewelry until they can be released. If someone wants to get pulled back in spirit, they have to have sex with Egwene, what exactly that means is a bit flexible."

"Why would people want to get brought back in spirit?" Leane asked, ignoring the strange requirement to have sex with Egwene for the moment.

"It basically doubles your channeling ability and certain types of magic and gives you a younger body since you merge with your younger self," Egwene explained, having remembered what he'd said earlier.

"Would that fix our ability to channel?" Leane asked hopefully.

"I don't know," Mist admitted. "There's a small chance that merging would fix everything but I wouldn't count on it. You're more likely to just get your younger self's ability to channel with a bunch of extra memories which is why I have a better solution. If Egwene is willing, I'll summon Damer Flinn, he also discovered how to heal severing."

"Worst case, we can always send him back or bind him to a ring," Egwene said, not sure how to feel about having sex with an old man, even if it was for a good cause.

"Is there a reason you don't want Nynaeve to heal us?" Leane asked.

"Nynaeve got lucky when she healed Logain, saidar can heal someone that channels saidin without a loss of power and saidin can do the same for saidar. If you let Nynaeve heal you, you'd basically go from two of the strongest channelers to two of the weakest Aes Sedai in an instant. Which causes several issues that Egwene can explain later."

"That makes a certain amount of sense," Leane mused, thinking about the differences between men and women when it came to linking.

"You should probably summon Nynaeve, she'd want to witness their healing," Egwene suggested, hoping having more people around would keep Nynaeve from screaming about the requirements to bring people back.

"This is going to suck," Mist muttered as he focused and summoned Nynaeve and Lan from twenty years after the last battle. He glanced at the white haired warrior that was probably in better shape than people half his age then turned his attention toward Nynaeve.

"Egwene?!" Nynaeve blurted when she saw Egwene sitting on the bed sans clothes. "How are you alive and where are your clothes?"

Lan glanced around the room then shifted so that he could keep everyone in sight, not sure what was going on.

"That would be his fault," Egwene replied as she gestured at Mist.

"Guilty," Mist admitted when most of the people in the room looked at him. "Before you ask, you're in a pocket dimension which is why you can't sense the source. I pulled everyone out of time because the group I work for are sending Egwene back in time so we have a better chance of killing the Dark One."

"Out of time? Why would you do that?!" Nynaeve demanded, wondering how much damage his ability caused the pattern. "Humanity would have ended up too ordered without the Dark One."

"That's a lie, the Dark One is a result of humanity's evil, not the source of it," Mist told her. "The Dark Prison collects the excess evil from humanity when they die, it basically acts like a giant sponge. If the prison currently contains a dark god, they can use the concentrated evil as a source of power. If the dark god has been killed or managed to escape, a new dark god will eventually be created out of the excess evil."

"So you're saying we can't win?" Leane asked, in annoyance.

"No, I'm saying that humanity has won countless times and that gaining a new god changes the stories and legends. Some of the dark gods last for centuries and some of them last for dozens of ages. Either way, the current dark god has been alive too long, he's reaching a level of power where he might be able to escape the prison without giving up a large chunk of his power which means he can destroy a large section of creation and break stuff that wasn't meant to be broken, so I was sent to make sure he actually dies."

"Can you kill him?" Nynaeve asked.

"Not a chance," Mist admitted without any hesitation. "I'm not the Dragon, reborn or otherwise but I can certainly help make it easier by helping him with construction projects and helping Egwene gather a large collection of magic users to help."

"Why are they sending Egwene back?" Nynaeve asked, trying to figure out why they were sending Egwene rather than someone else.

"They needed someone powerful and they needed someone with the charisma and mental fortitude to organize everything and not end up a wreck from dealing with the restrictions on the magic that I'd be using to bring people back."

Nynaeve glanced between Mist and Egwene. "What type of restrictions?"

Mist glanced at Lan, rather happy that he hadn't pulled him back with any weapons. "Egwene has to have sex with anyone that I'm sending back in spirit."

"What?!" Nynaeve snapped.

Mist raised his hands in front of him. "Before you try to kill me, I didn't set the conditions or restrictions on the borrowed power, I'm just making the best of a bad situation, which means it's up to Egwene how the power is used. I can also send people back if they're bound to a bottle or trinket but they won't get to double their magic."

"Double," Nynaeve sputtered.

"All for the price of having sex with a cute, adorable girl," Mist replied as he gestured toward Egwene.

"You're enjoying this," Nynaeve accused.

"Just a bit," Mist admitted. "Egwene sacrificed everything for the Bloody Tower, she deserves a chance to build something better."

"Why do you hate the Tower?" Leane asked Mist.

"I've seen the Tower burn in countless worlds. Without Egwene to pull everything together, to literally forge a path for the Aes Sedai, they break and shatter or they end up leashed," Mist explained, fairly sure he wasn't even lying about the second part. 'Assuming fanfiction counts, I'm not even lying about the first part.'

"How would you have dealt with the Seanchan?" Mat asked.

Mist turned and glanced at Mat. "That depends on my resources."

Mat shrugged. "Let's say a dozen channelers and a hundred soldiers."

"Let's assume six male and six female channelers, it makes certain things a lot easier later and most of you had access to at least six if you'd asked the right people. I would have them use a dream walking ter'angreal to find the Whitecloak vaults. Open a gate and you'll have the vaults cleaned out in less than an hour with no one the wiser, especially if you do it in the middle of the night."

"They'd blame the Tower," Leane pointed out.

Mist shook his head. "It's not going to matter, that's just the first step. Besides, Traveling has been forgotten for thousands of years, the Amyrlin would be able to straight up say that they weren't involved and the current leadership is stupid enough to believe that the oaths bind the Tower. Even if they muster an army, it's going to take them a while considering they'll be scrambling for resources and trying to figure out how the vaults were looted."

"Then what?" Mat asked, curious how that helped with the Seanchan.

"Then we steal the Oath Rod and capture some sul'dam. I doubt it would take that much to break the sul'dam, simply stick the collar on their necks and torture them until they channel to stop the pain at which point, you bind them to tell you the truth and follow your orders with the Oath Rod then you steal every secret you can."

"That's twisted," Nynaeve snapped.

"Most of them deserve it," Egwene argued, thinking about her time as a damane.

Mist nodded. "If you know the weave to hide your ability to channel, you weave it over them and invert it so the sul'dam won't think they're damane then you take the stolen Whitecloak gold and buy as many damane and hire as many sul'dam as you can."

Mat shook his head. "They're going to stop selling them eventually."

"It won't matter, we'd have several teams in different parts of the empire recruiting people over a short span of time. Remove the sul'dam via gateways created with saidin, bind them to follow orders and ask them the location of their damane kennels and eventually you'll find the people making the a'dams. Once you've captured them, the empire loses the ability to make more a'dam and you can convince the high bloods to collect them which makes it easier to sneak into their vaults later and steal everything."

"You'd never get all of them," Mat pointed out.

"It doesn't matter, every a'dam we capture is one less girl they can use as a weapon and every sul'dam we capture is one more agent to help us cripple the empire or at least change it."

"We'd need a way to keep them from sensing the converted sul'dam that doesn't involve letting the sul'dam know that there's a way to hide the ability to channel with a weave," Egwene mused.

"That's easy, I know how to make a ter'angreal that hides your ability to channel," Moria offered, not seeing a problem with crippling the Seanchan empire since they'd gleefully enslave her if they got a chance and they'd never really changed.

"Do you think you could make his idea work?" Egwene asked Mat.

Mat smiled coldly as he thought about killing the people that were responsible for killing his wife. "I think we're going to have to plan things out and it would be easier with some inside help but the basic idea could work."

"That's easy enough," Mist said as he summoned both of Mat's daughters from the future right before a bunch of assassins with blood knives killed them in the palace, leaving the older one with her belt and the fifteen belt pouches she was wearing.

Egwene glanced between the girls that looked a fair bit like Mat if you ignored their light brown skin and the fact that they were obviously girls since they weren't wearing clothes, rather unhappy about the a'dam that connected them.

"Shit!" Vivi exclaimed as she found herself naked in front of a couple of strangers and people that she didn't really want to be naked in front of, like her father and Nynaeve Sedai.

"Where are we?" the younger girl asked as she glanced between Moria and her father.

"You're basically outside of time in a pocket dimension," Mist offered, figuring it was probably for the best that Egwene couldn't touch the source considering the annoyed look on her face.

"Good to know," Tali replied as she reached up and took the collar of the a'dam off, causing Egwene to stare at her in surprise.

"How? Is that because we can't reach the source?" Egwene asked, wondering how she'd managed to take it off.

"That would be my fault," Moria admitted. "I wasn't going to let my friend walk around with a fully functional a'dam, it's designed so she can take it off and beat the shit out of anyone using it without the usual drawbacks."

"Why are you even wearing it?" Egwene asked.

"I like being my sister's pet," Tali replied with a grin.

"Don't look at me," Mat told Egwene when she glared at him. "She had the ability to learn to channel, she wanted to learn how to be a sul'dam before going to the Tower."

"I wasn't going to let a deranged sul'dam train my sister and the Aes Sedai take stupid oaths," Vivi complained.

"Don't worry, she only spanks me when I'm naughty," Tali assured Egwene, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Mat winced when he noticed Egwene twitch. "Tali, this is Egwene al'Vere, she's had several bad experiences with sul'dam so if you could stop joking around until she has a chance to get to know you, I'd appreciate it."

"I thought she was dead?" Tali asked, wondering if she was from one of the mirror worlds or if she'd been hiding for the last twenty years.

"It didn't stick," Mist told her. "Long story short, we're changing the past which means we're going to have to bind you to a bottle so you can travel back in time or you'll basically vanish with your world. Do you want to break the empire?"

"Absolutely," Tali replied without hesitation. "The high lords killed our mother, I'm going to kill them unless Dad beats me to it."

"What do you need?" Vivi asked her father, knowing he would have a plan.

"We need you to pretend to be sul'dam and kidnap or buy a bunch of damane so we can rescue them," Mat told her, deciding that starting with Mist's plan made a lot of sense before he swapped to sending people to kill the worst of the high bloods.

"Happy to help," Vivi assured him.

"Can you get my gear?" Tali asked hopefully, trying to save Moria a bit of work.

"Yeah," Mist replied as he summoned her bug out bag which contained her collection of ter'angreal, a rather heavy coin purse and some clothes. He handed her the bag then walked over and grabbed one of the bottles.

"Can I get my clothes?" Vivi asked hopefully.

Mist summoned her collection of dresses from her closet and her sul'dam outfit, figuring it would be useful when they started their project. "There you go," he offered as the large collection of dresses fell to the clean tile floor.

Vivi sighed as she realized that she'd never be able to carry everything. "I should have asked for a bag or a chest or something."

"Probably," Mist replied with a smile as he pulled a storage ring out of his inventory. "Tell you what, I'll give you a ring that can store clothing if you're willing to jump up and down a couple of times and play with your sister's breasts while we figure out the next bit."

"Have you lost your mind?!" Nynaeve demanded as she glared at Mist.

"Not particularly," Mist replied without taking his eyes off Vivi's breasts. "I want to see her breasts bounce and she wants a ter'angreal to deal with her large collection of clothes, it's a simple deal for nonessential extras."

"It's fine," Vivi assured Nynaeve as she jumped in the air and landed, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle.

"There is something seriously wrong with you," Nynaeve complained.

"Not really, I just like seeing girls naked and I'm not married which means that I can enjoy myself without feeling guilty," Mist told her. "Speaking of sex, you should probably tongue fuck Egwene while Lan plays with her breasts before I summon Damer Flinn so he can fix Leane and Siuan's connection to the source so I can send them back."

"Siuan is here?" Nynaeve asked in surprise.

"She's probably fucking Moiraine," Mist replied loudly enough that Siuan and Moiraine would be able to hear it in the other room.

Lan's lips twitched slightly, knowing they would have heard it if they'd gotten into things as Siuan was rather vocal.

"We were just talking," Moiraine replied as she walked in with Siuan, not bothering with her dress since she was going to have to have some type of sex with Egwene in order to be sent back.

"Sadly," Siuan muttered under her breath. She froze when she noticed the silver leash that Vivi was holding. "Why does she have an a'dam?"

Mist tossed Vivi the ring, figuring the other half of Vivi's task could wait. "Put the ring on then touch something you want to store and think about using the ring. If you want to pull something out of the ring, just think about accessing your inventory and a floating box that only you can see."

"Thank you," Vivi replied as she slipped the ring on. She touched the a'dam that Moria had crafted and focused on the ring, causing the a'dam to vanish. "Is there a limit to how much the ring can store?"

"Yeah, it only has fifty cabinet sized boxes," Mist warned her.

"I'm not complaining," Vivi replied as she quickly moved over and started stashing her clothes in her new ring.

"Where did you find that?" Siuan asked.

"I made it," Mist replied with a smile. "Unfortunately, I don't have the tools with me to make another one, which means you'll have to wait if you want one."

"How do you want to do this?" Nynaeve asked Egwene.

"Mist had a good suggestion, Lan and Moiraine can play with my breasts while you lick me out," Egwene suggested.

"Or we could let Moiraine do that part and I'll play with your breasts?" Nynaeve offered.

Mist shook his head. "Sorry, we're already cutting it close with Lan's part of things."

"Fine," Nynaeve grumbled as she walked over to the bed. "If anyone says anything, they'll regret it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Moria replied with a grin as she grabbed Tuli and pulled her over so that she could play with her breasts while they watched the show.

"I should have never let them spend time in the palace," Mat muttered as he focused on Egwene rather than his daughter that Moria was playing with. 'Moiraine has a nice ass,' he mused as he watched the group move around the bed, trying to figure out positions that worked for the group.